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Title: Hiyoshi's first trip to the doujinshi shop (Series: Hyoutei Pie, part 1 of ?)
Rating: NC17
Characters: Hiyoshi, Oshitari, mention of others
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis is a strange little place, and it all belongs to a man whose imagination is MUCH weirder than mine. I mean honestly. Cha-cha Oishi? Good Christ, Konomi-sensei, my fanfiction is less odd than your canon!
Author's note: Nobody has sex in this story. Okay?
*
Hiyoshi stared down at the page open in his hands. There was a short, slender guy lying on his back, legs spread wider than a cheerleader during Nationals. A taller, more muscular guy was reared up between the prone one's legs, cock pointing over him like some kind of pine tree.
Next panel, close-up on the small guy's face, mouth wide and tears etched down his cheeks.
"No," thought Hiyoshi in disbelief, "the big guy didn't just put his dick in that one's ... asshole?"
But yes. Next panel was a close-up on the action, cock shoving in, strange wet streaks running out the hole. Hiyoshi wrinkled his nose and raised his eyebrows. What the heck was that?
The next few panels were two bodies posed in pretty motions. One body arched, the other curled intently, dick shoving up that asshole while the sound bubbles held nothing but the character "A" over and over again.
Hiyoshi shifted a little, glancing furtively from side to side. Nobody seemed to be watching him. The row full of Akihabara nerds were all too intent on their own doujinshi, mostly involving schoolgirls with kitten tails. Well. Hiyoshi was obviously more normal than they were. Because at least his gay men didn't have kitten tails. Not that they'd look bad with tails, he admitted sheepishly.
And then a voice floated gently and smoothly down over Hiyoshi's shoulder.
"Not a bad position. Especially for kissing, which I like to do while I come."
Hiyoshi jumped and shivered, a bad shiver, turning around swiftly to hide the volume behind his back. "Hey, senpai," he said a bit nervously. Fuck. Oshitari Yuushi, the last person he wanted catching him browsing the gay doujinshi. And then Oshitari's words sank in. "What?!" Oh God, of course Oshitari would consider this an opening to talk about his hentai fantasy life, all made up of course because Oshitari couldn't have done all the things he'd boasted about.
"I like Nobuta the Ninja," Oshitari continued, reaching behind Hiyoshi's back to pluck it out of his suddenly lax hands.
"H-hey! Don't lo--"
"I own this one, you can borrow it if you want." Oshitari thumbed a page or two, shrugged, and put it back on the shelf.
Hiyoshi blinked. That would save him quite a bit of money. But wait -- "How do I know the pages aren't slimy from all the time you've spent pouring over it?" Hiyoshi said with a disgusted nose wrinkle.
Oshitari simply smiled and crossed his arms. "I never pictured you for gay. Haven't played enough doubles, for one thing. And, sorry Piyo, but I'd always kind of pegged you as sexless."
Hiyoshi's eyes flew wide at that one. He scowled. "Whatever, senpai. As long as it keeps your creepy hands off me, great."
"But since you're right here, I'd imagined," Oshitari continued thoughtfully, "that you'd prefer this kind of thing."
He leaned entirely too close to Hiyoshi, body heat exuding out of his disheveled street clothes. Oshitari was looking Akihabara-cool in a vintage Rubix Cube t-shirt and a pair of strategically ripped jeans. Fuck.
If it wasn't Spring, Hiyoshi wouldn't have noticed Oshitari's clothing at all. Or his smell, damn him.
But Oshitari was putting something into Hiyoshi's hands. Hiyoshi stared down. The cover showed a tall, clean-cut, handsome looking good boy, side by side with a shorter, scruffier, no less handsome looking bad boy.
"This is what you want, isn't it?" Oshitari said gently, and opened to a random page.
Apparently the good boy wasn't as good as he looked, because his mouth was tracing the bad boy's lower back, hands pinning wrists, and the bad boy looked just a bit like he was struggling to get free.
Oshitari's leg brushed casually against Hiyoshi's thigh. "I see it has you riveted," Oshitari breathed, shifting a little, and somehow his breath caught the edge of Hiyoshi's ear.
Hiyoshi frowned and wiped away the breath-tickle. He nodded, a bit reluctantly. "Yeah, I guess that's my type of thing." He didn't have to look up to catch Oshitari's smirk.
"That's a series, you know. It's about a ping pong team. Lord of the Rackets is the name of the series. Those two are doubles partners. Come to think of it," Oshitari added thoughtfully, "Nobody's figured out yet which of the two tops."
Hiyoshi nodded, almost afraid to admit to himself that he was hooked.
"In this one," Oshitari continued, "they have a foursome with another doubles team." Oshitari opened to a page that looked to Hiyoshi like limb-mash, arms and legs and dicks and tongues everywhere.
Hiyoshi's eyebrows shot up. "Is that even possible?" He frowned, tilting his head sideways. But he'd forgotten who he was standing next to...
Oshitari nodded. "Hell on the back. But if you're bendy enough you can totally do that."
"Kind of like Mukahi-senpai?" Hiyoshi said without thinking, and then flushed. "N-not that I'd ever imagine Mukahi-senpai in a, in a position like that one."
Oshitari shifted, hip accidentally brushing Hiyoshi's less-flacid-than-previous crotch as he got the next one from the shelf. "It's okay," Oshitari said, amused. "Gakuto would probably feel flattered that you imagine him doing stuff like that."
"I wasn't!" Hiyoshi protested, and then blushed. He had. In fact, it wasn't the first time that he'd wondered just how far Gakuto could bend.
Oshitari took down another volume. "This is probably my favorite one," Oshitari admitted. "That guy is the team captain." He was a pretty looking fellow with an arrogant expression. "He's about to teach the bad boy a thing or two about life." The next few pages were full of hard-smacking hands and round bottoms, right before the good boy burst in with fists flailing to save his boyfriend.
Hiyoshi's palm hit his forehead. "Of course you like that sort of thing," he muttered.
Oshitari merely stared at the manga, shifting ever so slightly more so that Hiyoshi became aware that Oshitari was -- well. He was hard.
"GROSS!" Hiyoshi bellowed, causing many owlish faces to blink at him in annoyance from around the shelves. "Keep that thing to yourself!"
"What?" Oshitari asked calmly, and glanced in the direction of Hiyoshi's eyes. He raised an eyebrow and shifted his wallet. "My, my. What were you thinking, Hiyoshi-kun?"
Hiyoshi turned bright, bright red and wanted badly to die.
Oshitari leaned in, eyes amused and slightly mocking, lips curving in a tensai smirk. "Were you thinking about my wallet, Hiyoshi?" He murmured, very softly.
Hiyoshi stared back, feeling Oshitari's gaze pinning him to the neatly aligned shelves. "Who'd think about your wallet?" He asked sullenly, turning his head to the side. Sadly, all that filled his eye was another volume of that Lord of Rackets crack, dangling down from Oshitari's hand, open to a rather explicit page. Some megane fellow had his tongue...
Hiyoshi grabbed the book and stared.
"That," Hiyoshi breathed, "Is so gross." He shifted around, squirming a little bit.
Oshitari laughed, a low, long, chuckling purr.
"I can't believe anyone would put their tongues..."
Oshitari peered down critically. "With any luck they were fresh from the showers."
Hiyoshi couldn't believe it.
He was totally buying this one. He had to study exactly what kind of mental tricks one had to play to be able to do ... that. There.
*
Oshitari was in Hiyoshi's dorm room.
Hiyoshi couldn't get rid of him. Whenever Hiyoshi tried, Oshitari had gently reminded him of his obligations as a kouhai.
"Don't you have someone else to boss around?" Hiyoshi asked sullenly, after feeding Oshitari from his precious stock of good quality ramen and carefully hoarded grape Ponta. "Like Mukahi-senpai?"
Oshitari held his ramen-full stomach and laughed heartily. "Boss around? Gakuto?"
"Oh. True."
"I'm afraid," Oshitari rumbled, "that you're my only hope."
Hiyoshi pushed things around on the floor with his toe and tried again. "I need to study."
"You need to read that rimming scene, you mean," Oshitari replied promptly, looking for all the world like he had little horns on his head, the way his bangs were curling.
"Shut up," Hiyoshi exploded back to him. Direct hit; Oshitari was so right.
But Oshitari got up. "If you have any more questions, Piyo, you know where to find me," he chuckled, and sauntered his tensai rear out the door.
Hiyoshi jumped up and locked it. If Ohtori needed to get in to their room, he had the key. But with any luck, Ohtori was going to be out late studying with Shishido, and Hiyoshi had the room to himself for a good few hours.
Hiyoshi quickly skimmed the manga. The plot was simple enough. The megane dude was senpai to the surly little guy. One afternoon, megane trapped surly in his room and "accidentally" spilled soda all over him.
Hiyoshi snorted at such a contrived plot.
One thing led to another, and suddenly the surly one was blushing like a bride before her wedding night, and the megane one was on his knees, tilting up surly's hips and leaning down and...
"Oh God," Hiyoshi half-whispered, half-moaned, and stared at the extreme close-up of tongue lapping over anus, such a dirty and obscene action.
He was never buying doujinshi again.
He reached down and absently pushed his erection into a more comfortable position.
*
The next day, Oshitari had to call Hiyoshi's name three times before Hiyoshi responded.
He blinked up at Oshitari, bleary eyed. "Oh. Hey senpai."
"What happened to you?"
Hiyoshi had been up all night masturbating.
"You weren't...up all night with that manga, were you?" Oshitari asked in a deeply, deeply amused tone of voice.
The sound of Oshitari's bellow when Hiyoshi's foot accidentally impacted Oshitari's balls was loud enough that Atobe ordered laps.
"Gakuto won't be happy," Oshitari growled, limping around the field next to Hiyoshi. "It's our anniversary tomorrow night."
Hiyoshi smirked.
Good. If he wasn't getting any of that action, he felt happy that nobody else would either.
[ To be continued ? ]
Rating: NC17
Characters: Hiyoshi, Oshitari, mention of others
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis is a strange little place, and it all belongs to a man whose imagination is MUCH weirder than mine. I mean honestly. Cha-cha Oishi? Good Christ, Konomi-sensei, my fanfiction is less odd than your canon!
Author's note: Nobody has sex in this story. Okay?
*
Hiyoshi stared down at the page open in his hands. There was a short, slender guy lying on his back, legs spread wider than a cheerleader during Nationals. A taller, more muscular guy was reared up between the prone one's legs, cock pointing over him like some kind of pine tree.
Next panel, close-up on the small guy's face, mouth wide and tears etched down his cheeks.
"No," thought Hiyoshi in disbelief, "the big guy didn't just put his dick in that one's ... asshole?"
But yes. Next panel was a close-up on the action, cock shoving in, strange wet streaks running out the hole. Hiyoshi wrinkled his nose and raised his eyebrows. What the heck was that?
The next few panels were two bodies posed in pretty motions. One body arched, the other curled intently, dick shoving up that asshole while the sound bubbles held nothing but the character "A" over and over again.
Hiyoshi shifted a little, glancing furtively from side to side. Nobody seemed to be watching him. The row full of Akihabara nerds were all too intent on their own doujinshi, mostly involving schoolgirls with kitten tails. Well. Hiyoshi was obviously more normal than they were. Because at least his gay men didn't have kitten tails. Not that they'd look bad with tails, he admitted sheepishly.
And then a voice floated gently and smoothly down over Hiyoshi's shoulder.
"Not a bad position. Especially for kissing, which I like to do while I come."
Hiyoshi jumped and shivered, a bad shiver, turning around swiftly to hide the volume behind his back. "Hey, senpai," he said a bit nervously. Fuck. Oshitari Yuushi, the last person he wanted catching him browsing the gay doujinshi. And then Oshitari's words sank in. "What?!" Oh God, of course Oshitari would consider this an opening to talk about his hentai fantasy life, all made up of course because Oshitari couldn't have done all the things he'd boasted about.
"I like Nobuta the Ninja," Oshitari continued, reaching behind Hiyoshi's back to pluck it out of his suddenly lax hands.
"H-hey! Don't lo--"
"I own this one, you can borrow it if you want." Oshitari thumbed a page or two, shrugged, and put it back on the shelf.
Hiyoshi blinked. That would save him quite a bit of money. But wait -- "How do I know the pages aren't slimy from all the time you've spent pouring over it?" Hiyoshi said with a disgusted nose wrinkle.
Oshitari simply smiled and crossed his arms. "I never pictured you for gay. Haven't played enough doubles, for one thing. And, sorry Piyo, but I'd always kind of pegged you as sexless."
Hiyoshi's eyes flew wide at that one. He scowled. "Whatever, senpai. As long as it keeps your creepy hands off me, great."
"But since you're right here, I'd imagined," Oshitari continued thoughtfully, "that you'd prefer this kind of thing."
He leaned entirely too close to Hiyoshi, body heat exuding out of his disheveled street clothes. Oshitari was looking Akihabara-cool in a vintage Rubix Cube t-shirt and a pair of strategically ripped jeans. Fuck.
If it wasn't Spring, Hiyoshi wouldn't have noticed Oshitari's clothing at all. Or his smell, damn him.
But Oshitari was putting something into Hiyoshi's hands. Hiyoshi stared down. The cover showed a tall, clean-cut, handsome looking good boy, side by side with a shorter, scruffier, no less handsome looking bad boy.
"This is what you want, isn't it?" Oshitari said gently, and opened to a random page.
Apparently the good boy wasn't as good as he looked, because his mouth was tracing the bad boy's lower back, hands pinning wrists, and the bad boy looked just a bit like he was struggling to get free.
Oshitari's leg brushed casually against Hiyoshi's thigh. "I see it has you riveted," Oshitari breathed, shifting a little, and somehow his breath caught the edge of Hiyoshi's ear.
Hiyoshi frowned and wiped away the breath-tickle. He nodded, a bit reluctantly. "Yeah, I guess that's my type of thing." He didn't have to look up to catch Oshitari's smirk.
"That's a series, you know. It's about a ping pong team. Lord of the Rackets is the name of the series. Those two are doubles partners. Come to think of it," Oshitari added thoughtfully, "Nobody's figured out yet which of the two tops."
Hiyoshi nodded, almost afraid to admit to himself that he was hooked.
"In this one," Oshitari continued, "they have a foursome with another doubles team." Oshitari opened to a page that looked to Hiyoshi like limb-mash, arms and legs and dicks and tongues everywhere.
Hiyoshi's eyebrows shot up. "Is that even possible?" He frowned, tilting his head sideways. But he'd forgotten who he was standing next to...
Oshitari nodded. "Hell on the back. But if you're bendy enough you can totally do that."
"Kind of like Mukahi-senpai?" Hiyoshi said without thinking, and then flushed. "N-not that I'd ever imagine Mukahi-senpai in a, in a position like that one."
Oshitari shifted, hip accidentally brushing Hiyoshi's less-flacid-than-previous crotch as he got the next one from the shelf. "It's okay," Oshitari said, amused. "Gakuto would probably feel flattered that you imagine him doing stuff like that."
"I wasn't!" Hiyoshi protested, and then blushed. He had. In fact, it wasn't the first time that he'd wondered just how far Gakuto could bend.
Oshitari took down another volume. "This is probably my favorite one," Oshitari admitted. "That guy is the team captain." He was a pretty looking fellow with an arrogant expression. "He's about to teach the bad boy a thing or two about life." The next few pages were full of hard-smacking hands and round bottoms, right before the good boy burst in with fists flailing to save his boyfriend.
Hiyoshi's palm hit his forehead. "Of course you like that sort of thing," he muttered.
Oshitari merely stared at the manga, shifting ever so slightly more so that Hiyoshi became aware that Oshitari was -- well. He was hard.
"GROSS!" Hiyoshi bellowed, causing many owlish faces to blink at him in annoyance from around the shelves. "Keep that thing to yourself!"
"What?" Oshitari asked calmly, and glanced in the direction of Hiyoshi's eyes. He raised an eyebrow and shifted his wallet. "My, my. What were you thinking, Hiyoshi-kun?"
Hiyoshi turned bright, bright red and wanted badly to die.
Oshitari leaned in, eyes amused and slightly mocking, lips curving in a tensai smirk. "Were you thinking about my wallet, Hiyoshi?" He murmured, very softly.
Hiyoshi stared back, feeling Oshitari's gaze pinning him to the neatly aligned shelves. "Who'd think about your wallet?" He asked sullenly, turning his head to the side. Sadly, all that filled his eye was another volume of that Lord of Rackets crack, dangling down from Oshitari's hand, open to a rather explicit page. Some megane fellow had his tongue...
Hiyoshi grabbed the book and stared.
"That," Hiyoshi breathed, "Is so gross." He shifted around, squirming a little bit.
Oshitari laughed, a low, long, chuckling purr.
"I can't believe anyone would put their tongues..."
Oshitari peered down critically. "With any luck they were fresh from the showers."
Hiyoshi couldn't believe it.
He was totally buying this one. He had to study exactly what kind of mental tricks one had to play to be able to do ... that. There.
*
Oshitari was in Hiyoshi's dorm room.
Hiyoshi couldn't get rid of him. Whenever Hiyoshi tried, Oshitari had gently reminded him of his obligations as a kouhai.
"Don't you have someone else to boss around?" Hiyoshi asked sullenly, after feeding Oshitari from his precious stock of good quality ramen and carefully hoarded grape Ponta. "Like Mukahi-senpai?"
Oshitari held his ramen-full stomach and laughed heartily. "Boss around? Gakuto?"
"Oh. True."
"I'm afraid," Oshitari rumbled, "that you're my only hope."
Hiyoshi pushed things around on the floor with his toe and tried again. "I need to study."
"You need to read that rimming scene, you mean," Oshitari replied promptly, looking for all the world like he had little horns on his head, the way his bangs were curling.
"Shut up," Hiyoshi exploded back to him. Direct hit; Oshitari was so right.
But Oshitari got up. "If you have any more questions, Piyo, you know where to find me," he chuckled, and sauntered his tensai rear out the door.
Hiyoshi jumped up and locked it. If Ohtori needed to get in to their room, he had the key. But with any luck, Ohtori was going to be out late studying with Shishido, and Hiyoshi had the room to himself for a good few hours.
Hiyoshi quickly skimmed the manga. The plot was simple enough. The megane dude was senpai to the surly little guy. One afternoon, megane trapped surly in his room and "accidentally" spilled soda all over him.
Hiyoshi snorted at such a contrived plot.
One thing led to another, and suddenly the surly one was blushing like a bride before her wedding night, and the megane one was on his knees, tilting up surly's hips and leaning down and...
"Oh God," Hiyoshi half-whispered, half-moaned, and stared at the extreme close-up of tongue lapping over anus, such a dirty and obscene action.
He was never buying doujinshi again.
He reached down and absently pushed his erection into a more comfortable position.
*
The next day, Oshitari had to call Hiyoshi's name three times before Hiyoshi responded.
He blinked up at Oshitari, bleary eyed. "Oh. Hey senpai."
"What happened to you?"
Hiyoshi had been up all night masturbating.
"You weren't...up all night with that manga, were you?" Oshitari asked in a deeply, deeply amused tone of voice.
The sound of Oshitari's bellow when Hiyoshi's foot accidentally impacted Oshitari's balls was loud enough that Atobe ordered laps.
"Gakuto won't be happy," Oshitari growled, limping around the field next to Hiyoshi. "It's our anniversary tomorrow night."
Hiyoshi smirked.
Good. If he wasn't getting any of that action, he felt happy that nobody else would either.
[ To be continued ? ]